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Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part I.
Date: 2009-05-16 01:34 pm (UTC)He was going to break apart. He could feel the cracks starting, right between his ribs, just where a coroner would insert the rib shears to break him open. He stumbled out of the warehouse with arms wrapped tight around his chest. Jack and Lisa, the two of them, they were going to open him up and all the filth was going to spill in a bloody, stinking mess. Things that should stay inside his skin were coming out, out where they should never ever be. Out where anyone could see them.
So he wrapped his arms around himself, and he stopped next to Torchwood Three's SUV in the wet night air to breathe, and he shoved his emotional viscera back inside and turned around with a quirk of his mouth when Jack came up behind him and asked if he needed a ride home.
Because, of course, he did need a ride; he'd had to sell his car weeks ago. Bad planning, careless, careless. Pay attention to details, Ianto chided himself. Harkness mustn't--
Christ, he was standing right there, so close, did the man have to stand so damn close to him all the time? Jack laid his long hands on Ianto's shoulders, firm, reassuring, controlling, and Ianto had to hold himself back from leaning into the too-knowing touch.
Harkness was looking quizzically at him, expecting an answer. His fingers were tightening on Ianto's shoulders, kneading almost imperceptibly, as if Ianto belonged, as if he was Jack's, now that he was Torchwood Three. As if Jack could feel Ianto's insides coming apart.
"If you don't mind, Jack. Captain. My flat's only a kilometer or so from here, shouldn't be far out of your way. How long do you think the pteradactyl, erm, pteranodon, will stay sedated?" Ianto made an effort to keep himself from babbling. What the hell were they going to talk about on the ride, oh this had all been a bad, bad idea.
Jack's hands slid slowly from Ianto's shoulders down into his own pockets, and he rocked back on his heels, eyes still intent and careful on Ianto. Then Jack smiled, bright and hard. "Not too long, I shouldn't think, but my team is on their way to bundle her up and bring her back to the Hub. No need to worry about that."
Jack was suddenly all motion and energy, launching himself into the driver's seat. "Come on then. How do you know it's a female, by the way?"
"Google," Ianto answered dryly as he opened the SUV door. He settled into the very comfortable bucket seat, very uncomfortably close to Jack's thigh and his hand on the gearshift.
"I also...erm...named her," he added. "Myfanwy."
Harkness laughed aloud, an unfettered sound that was too loud in the close quarters of the vehicle. He slid his eyes sideways at Ianto. "She a Welsh dinosaur, then?" he drawled.
Ianto took refuge in pedantry. "Pteranodons aren't dinosaurs actually. They're pterosaurs, another order entirely."
Ianto studied him as he let loose another of those laughs. Good. Amused was good. Amused was not wondering about Ianto's motives, why exactly he'd stolen Rift activity detectors from the ruins of Torchwood One, why he wanted a job so very, very badly. Amused was also, unfortunately, devastatingly dimpled and simply fucking gorgeous on Harkness. That moment on the floor of the warehouse flooded back into his mind, swamping him with sense memory: Jack falling into his arms, rolling him out of the way of Myfanwy's plummeting body, Jack underneath him, warm and hard and panting laughter into Ianto's mouth.
It had been so shocking, that warmth, that hardness, that strong body gasping with life. It had felt like treachery. Ianto's mouth had flooded with bile and the metallic taste of Lisa's lips, and he'd fled ignominiously into the darkness, clutching his chest to keep it from breaking open. Aching with want and shame, with relief and the utter inability to maintain this deception that somehow wasn't really a deception at all, he'd fled.
Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-16 01:35 pm (UTC)He jerked back to awareness. Jack had pulled over in front of Ianto's flat. Of course, he would know Ianto's address. He'd researched him thoroughly, after all.
"Penny for them," Jack said. "Thinking about me?"
And christ how did Harkness know Ianto was thinking about him? Hell, he probably assumed everyone was always thinking about him. Ianto wanted to punch the confident grin off Harkness' face. Wanted to kiss him senseless and finish what they'd started in the warehouse. Wanted to flee into his flat and touch what warm human skin was still left on Lisa's tortured body. He lunged forward, clumsy, shaky, and he missed Jack's mouth, just catching the edge of his jaw. Stubble under his lips, salt on his tongue. Jack stiffened, actually moved his hand towards that antique pistol of his, but then he relaxed and turned his face to Ianto, and Ianto sealed his mouth over Jack's.
It wasn't what he was expecting. He wasn't sure exactly what he had expected, but it wasn't this simple tumbling heat, this desire focused tightly down to the hot slide of Jack's lips against his, this want narrowing until he could feel nothing but Jack. Jack's tongue was sly and insinuating, hard to pin down, but Ianto captured it. He uttered a long moan when Jack let him suck hungrily on it, and was suddenly, dizzingly hard.
"I don't want you. I don't," he gasped into Jack's mouth, and then panic flared through him at what he'd let slip.
Jack broke the kiss, thumbed Ianto's jaw, cheekbones, lips. "You don't. Want. Me."
Jack's hand slid up Ianto's leg and brushed featherlight along his prick. Jack made a humming noise, smiling, and pressed hard with his hand, and Ianto's cock surged forward of its own accord.
"What do you want, then, Ianto Jones?" asked in a whisper, hot breath in his ear, Jack's hand opening his flies. Ianto meant to answer, he did, but then Jack was touching him, rough palm against his naked flesh, and it was so good, so real and full of the drag and heat of living cells against living cells, that the only thing to leave his mouth was a painful, desperate groan.
When Jack bent to take Ianto's cock into his mouth, Ianto was certain beyond all reasonable doubt that he was going to lose his mind. Nothing had ever felt this good, not Lisa, oh god not Lisa, not any one of a dozen casual encounters in backseats or at glory-holes or on someone's dingy futon. Jack was slow with it, agonizingly slow, the hot slickness of his tongue gliding along the rim of the head, pressing, lapping everywhere, the soft relentless pressure of his lips containing and encircling.
Jack slipped his hand down and gathered Ianto's balls and Ianto surged up, pushing his cock deeper into Jack's mouth. Jack's hand was squeezing gently, knuckles rubbing over and over against the sensitive place behind his balls, and all the while Jack's mouth was sucking, tugging, licking everywhere, Ianto helpless beneath his assault.
And then Jack was sucking hard on the head of Ianto's cock while his tongue did something unfathomable on the underside, and oh god no, it was happening, his chest was breaking open, all of his secrets were spilling out, spilling into Jack's open, grasping, avid mouth, and Ianto let them call out Jack's name as he came.
An eternity later, he lifted his head and opened his eyes to see Jack licking his lips clean of Ianto's come, his hands busily tucking Ianto's cock away behind the barriers of clothing and once-again-separate flesh.
"Don't want you," Ianto managed to gasp through the buzzing in his head. "I just want a job."
Jack leaned back and laughed out loud. Good, Ianto thought, keep him laughing. Always make them laugh. Leave them wanting more. And any other show biz cliches that applied here, he thought wryly, or maybe desperately. He had to get the hell out of this car, away from this sublimely dangerous man who was now his boss. He sat up, tugged his suit jacket straight, and opened the car door.
"Jack. Captain Harkness." Ianto hesitated, halfway out. "What should I call you?"
Jack looked at him steadily. "Maybe it would be best if you just called me 'sir'."
Ianto held Jack's eyes and nodded once, firmly. "First thing Monday morning, then, sir."
Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-16 01:41 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
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Date: 2009-05-16 01:55 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-16 02:04 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
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Date: 2009-05-16 02:31 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-16 04:19 pm (UTC)I love this entry.
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:24 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-16 04:42 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-16 05:02 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-16 05:15 pm (UTC)It wasn't woobie!ianto at all! It was dark, splintered, raging-hot Ianto! Love that he said he doesn't want him over and over. Sooo real!
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Date: 2009-05-16 06:30 pm (UTC)"Don't want you," Ianto managed to gasp through the buzzing in his head. "I just want a job."
That is just perfect. Oh, Ianto, you're not at all in denial :P
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Date: 2009-05-16 06:36 pm (UTC)For this alone, you get cheese toasties!
I love your brain!
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:05 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:21 pm (UTC)I told you this in email and forgot to comment. /dork.
This is beyond hot. I think I'm dead.
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Date: 2009-05-17 05:14 am (UTC)Really HOT.
And smart as hell in so many ways.
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Date: 2009-05-17 02:31 pm (UTC)Very well done. Very hot and this is your forte. I remember a conversation we had about Ianto and his reasons for being there in the beginning. How you walked me through it all and made me understand. This was just amazingly done. YAY!
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Date: 2009-05-17 03:41 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
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Date: 2009-05-18 03:14 pm (UTC)And this line: "all of his secrets were spilling out, spilling into Jack's open, grasping, avid mouth, and Ianto let them call out Jack's name as he came"
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:14 pm (UTC)This line rules: "clumsy, shaky, and he missed Jack's mouth, just catching the edge of his jaw. Stubble under his lips, salt on his tongue." It captures Ianto's state of mind perfectly.
Fuck yeah, those two together are magic. I love Ianto's struggle with himself, his dilemma of how to LET GO. And Jack is just the man for that, his cure, so to speak. Jack seems to understands Ianto through this sensual dance of theirs. He KNOWS. Excellent writing, my dear *Mwah*
Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.
Date: 2009-05-19 01:17 pm (UTC)